Well I was sitting up one night and I came across your page and I thought that I would send you a story of my own,once when my mom and dad were staying in california with my uncle they had a strange experience, my sister was about five and I hadn't been born yet, they were staying at this old house that my uncle owned and they were sitting at the dinner table one night, they had made a very spicy chili, they were talking about ghosts and things and my uncle told them that he had a ghost well my mom always the skeptic said that she did not believe them, so later that night she heard someone in the kitchen stirring something in a cup, well she just thought that it was my uncle mixing some soda water because he had heartburn, the next morning she asked him about it, he said he didn't know what she was talking about, and my aunt verified his story, that wasn't the only thing either, later in the week she was lying awake iin bed one night and she looked at a picture of christ that was hanging on the wall and all of a sudden it took on a demonic look to it, then she felt a hand on her foot it didn't move or anything but it just rested its hand right on her foot, see my mother is a very strong person and not anything could scare her like this did, thats not all though, later when my other uncle came to stay with us in the house his wife freaked out one day and locked the bathroom door and climbed out the window and came in through the front door, and she looked at my mom and my other aunt and told them that she knew what they were up too and that she could get out of the house if she had too, well my aunt isn't crazy she's a very down to earth person, after that my mother told my dad that she was leaving with or without him. Like I was saying i was sitting up one night and I came across your page, I dont't know if this is just a story my mom told me just to scare me or if its true but I do know that every time we bring it up she gets a scared look on her face.
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This is a true story. I have to tell it because I believe anyone else
would think I'm crazy. I have seen a ghost and it scared the hell out of
It all started late one night about 12 o'clock when my dad and I
were sitting in our living room. I was about 5 years old and I was sitting
on my dad's lap while he was relaxing in his favorite recliner. We were
just sitting there watching tv andfrom where we were sitting we were
facing the hallway. All the lights in the house were off and my mother
was in bed. All of the sudden I saw this woman walking through the
hallway. She was wearing a long white gown and she appeared to be almost
floating. I turned to ask my dad if he saw it and he was just staring
down the hallway. I could feel his whole body tense and I could feel the
chills on his arms. Dad turned to me and asked me if I had seen it. I
said yes and I asked who was it. I was starting to get really scared and
dad tried to calm me down by saying that it was probalby my mother. That
figure had turned the corner and we figured that if it were my mother
going into the kitchen that we would see her come back out. Nothing or no
one ever came back through. My dad finally got fed up and got the nerve
to go looking through the house and I went with him because I didn't want
to be left alone. We never found anybody and the next day we asked my
mother if she had been up at any tiem that night and she said no, that
she had slept all through the night. To this day I will always believe
that it was grandmother. I never got to know her because she died before
I was born. But I've seen pictures and although I did not get a real good
look at whatever was in the hallway I will always beleive that it was her.
It still scares me to death just trying to tell the story but I feel it
finally had to be told.
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by Chet in CO
I swear that this is true. My entire young life I was the focus of a poltergeist. I am now 32 and nothing has happened for more than 5 years. My earliest memories are of the front door of our very old Pennsylvania farmhouse opening every evening at approximately the same time - around 8:00 PM. It became a natural occurance and when the door unlatched and swung open, someone would say "George's home - go shut the door" and we would just get up and shut it - no big deal. The door unlatched even when the deadbolt was locked. It wasn't until my father replaced the entire front door when I was around 12 that "George" couldn't open the door anymore. Maybe his key wouldn't work. I think this frustrated him into action.
Shortly afterwards, my family was eating Sunday dinner in the kitchen when across the room, in view only to my sister and I, the cupboard opened, a box fell over, and two more stood up. The cupboard just as strangely closed. I can think of no explanation for this and can remember the incident as if it occurred yesterday as can my sister.
Then the mischief seemed to focus on me. One or two really startling incidents stand out, the scariest was one night I was home alone listening to classical music on the stereo (Wagner's "In the Hall of the Mountain King") and talking to my girlfriend. The only light in the room was provided by a kerosene lamp which was in style then. I was telling her about the ghost in the house and laughing it up like it was a joke. As she listened on the other end of the line, the stereo began modulating, going very fast and then very slow making a very eerie sort of music (listen to the music I said was playing sometime and imagine the effect) while at the same time the kerosene lamp began to flicker like a strobe light. I was petrified and my girlfriend was in a panic asking me what was going on. It all came to a peak when the lamp sent up a bright flame that lit up the whole room with a loud "whoosh" and just as suddenly, at the exact same moment, the stereo went back to normal. I sat motionless and silent for a few minutes in a cold sweat, while my girlfriend cried.
I think that was a warning not to make fun of him.
Another inexplicable event was about a year later, I came home from school to grab my golf clubs and run back out to my waiting friends. I ran up to my room but they were gone. My mother had no idea what had happened to them nor did anyone else in my family. Strangely, a few of us remembered my father loaning them to a stranger but the memory felt more like a dream, I don't know if I can explain that part satisfactorily, but we remembered the same details. Well, my father vehemently denied loaning them to anyone and got annoyed with us insisting on our "memory" of the stranger in the dining room borrowing my golf clubs. My clubs remained missing for more than a week. On an uneventful day I came home from school and went up to my room and there were my golf clubs -- in my bed! The club heads were resting on my pillow and the bag was under the blankets right where I sleep! Again my mother was home the entire day and swears that we had no visitors - she accused me of playing a prank on <U>her</U>. (as a note, my room was on the third floor and inaccessible except through the house).
There are many more, the poltergeist followed me to college and from place to place where I've lived all across the country. Things have moved in front of myself and others. Precious things have disappeared and just as mysteriouly reappeared in overly conspicuous places. He even followed me into my first couple of years of marriage.
I don't fear him, but I sure don't laugh at him.
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I have two stories to tell you. One was a wonderful ending that made me feel like my family is being watched over. The other, being watched over but not by anyone or thing we want!
The first, one night while I was sleeping, I dreamt that I was in an old dark basement and that it was life or death that I get out. Frantic I finally was able to open a very large door. As I stepped out to the light I heard my daughter calling me from the basement. As I turned I saw her as a baby sitting in her stroller and smilling at me. She was gesturing for me to get her (in reality she was 12 yrs. at the time of the dream). The last thing I wanted was to go back through the door to the basement but I would never leave her there. So back in I went, I held her but I was not able to leave the basement. I clung to her and then I woke.
I was in a sweat, I even woke my husband I was so upset, he told me not to worry that is was only a dream. I could not go back to sleep, I lay there for 20 min. and then got up and went to the bathroom. After leaving the bathroom, still feeling extreamly upset, instead of turning to my bedroom somthing made me go to my daughter's room down the hall. As I opened her bedroom door, the smell of somthing burning almost floored me. I screamed for my husband, we ran in her room looking for a fire but could not find one. We were feeling the wall thinking the fire was behind them. Nothing, but there was no doubt something was buring. Then my husband looked up at the ceiling and said it was the fan. The motor of her overhead fan was burning ( we keep the fans on at night during the summer). We shut the electricity off to assure no further problems. We would take care of it the next day. The funny thing about it was she slept through the whole thing!
The next story is upsetting, still to this day I have to deal with it each working day. I work in an office with my husband in our own business. We rent a second floor storefront in an old town. We have been there for about one and a half years. It started out with my husband calling me from work ( he sometimes would have to work late hours) telling me he felt someone was up there with him. This happend often enough, but I would always tell him to come home. He got use to it, and one time he thought someone looked in on him from the other room. But being a typical male, did not take it seriously. Then one sunday I had to run in and make out some checks I forgot to mail on friday. As soon as I went in I found myself constantly looking down the hall as if expecting to see someone. Sitting at my desk I kept looking up, knowing no one would be there, I just couldn't stop. Then it happened. Someone or thing was standing in front of me breathing very hard, very loud. At first I tried to logically figure it out. When I ruled out anything I could possible think of, the hair on my neck stood up. My hand was shaking uncontrollably when I called my husband up. He called the police on the other line while he kept me on the phone. Of course I knew they wouldn't find anyone but I left the office with them.
Since then I still must go to work, I feel something is there but there has not been another incident. That next morning on monday I talked to what ever it was that frightened me outloud with my husband there. I asked that it not bother me again as I must still work there. I told it, it was a mean thing to do to me. My husband thought it was ammusing. Still working there!
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On April 29,1991, on our honeymoon at the Crescent Hotel in Eureka
Springs Ark. we were visited by unearthly beings.
The night turned cold and rainy as a storm which carried tornados
through Wichita and Oklahoma swirled around us in the Govenors Suite.
As kinky as it is my parents came along on the honeymoon and had a
seperate room in the same suite. Their room was about Michaels pub
which they heard the tinkling of ivorys most of the night.
About 1:00 a.m. after a trip to the restroom, and sliding between the
sheets, the room which was air conditioned suddenly turned hot.
Figuring that the humidity rose outside I didnt think much of it. I
turned to snuggle with my husdand when a moan sounded loudly throughout
the room, I looked at my husdand and knew it wasnt him as the sound came
from the upper right side of the room. The hair on the back of my neck
stood straight up and I tried to snuggle closer until my husdand woke up
and started screaming at the top of his lungs and jumping around in the
bed. By this time I was crying and hollering at him to stop as he was
scaring the hell out of me. He finally settled down and kept telling me
everything was alright.
Needless to say at 3:00 a.m. I was up for good watching the weather
channel and drinking diet pepsi. Lee got up not much later than that
and we sat talking about what had happened so early in the morning.
When I asked him what had happened. He sheepishly asked you mean when I
was yelling? He said that there was a person in white standing on your
side of the bed looking down on you. When I started to yell, it
Needless to say, throught this whole mess my parents never heard a
Up and at em' the next morning I told my mom about what had happened and
she said she had seen a young girl dressed in white as well. At the
front desk we asked if the hotel was haunted and the desk clerk said "of
course" We told him out story and come to find out that the Crescent
Hotel has several ghosts is attendance. Of which we were probably
visited by atleast two that night.
Since then we have stayed the night on several different occasions and
nothing note worthy to say happened. I knew of another couple who went
and stayed there and they had experiences themselves. I also know a
friend who worked there as a maid several years ago and she has here
stories as well.
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I'm not sure I'm a believer in ghost or not. But I am a good Catholic and I do believe in the ALMIGHTY and Heaven and hell, So I have an open mind about it. One of my past time is reading about U.S history, So needless to say I've read a lot about the Civil War and the battle of Gettyburg. The last time the family and I went back east to visit my mother-in-law we made a trip to the Gettysburg battle field. We drove to the top of little round top to look at the battle field and down to devils den. As soon as the family and I got out of the car we were struck by this smell of something dead. My daughter made the comment about it and I told her it was most likely a dead dear that the rangers haven't pick up yet. We then drove down to devils den and when we got out of the car the smell was still there. Now there is a famous photo taken at devils den that is called the Snipers Pit, Which shows a soldier lying dead behind a stone wall built between to large boulders. I explaned to my kids that the soldier wasn't killed here but futher away. I had been to Gettysburg a few years before and by using old photos from a book I had found the location. The area is off the beat path so you have to walk through all the over grown brush to get there. As we turn around the back side of this boulder where this poor soul was killed we found a 2 by4 inch Confederate flag plant there. Someone like myself, a civilwar buff must have put it there. So I had the kids stand there next to the flag and I took four pictures. Now the strange part. When had those photos developed all of them came out except the four I took by the Confederate flag. A bright light ran down all four of those pictures right between my kids, like an over exsposer, yet all the other pictures were fine. And the smell? It was there the whole time we were there at that area of of the battlefield it never got stronger or weaken it was just there.........M.C
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I have known a number of ghosts over the years, the most recent
visitation was two years ago. I had been in a really stupid accident
six months earlier that compounded a back problem I was born with. I
had been in the super market bagging my groceries when I was struck in
the back with a shopping cart with 240 pounds of water softener salt in
it. A carelous stock boy had loaded it and shoved in in my direction,
letting go of it. The uncontrolled cart struck me at the position of
the 3rd and 4th lumbar vertebra, where I also have scoliosis. I now
have spondylolesthesis (A forward displacement of these two vertebra)
along with fractures of the same two vertebra which gives me horendous
I have had a lot of physical therapy, acupuncture, drugs, a heavy
elastic brace (a sports corset, the type worn by professional football
players), and still have trememdous pain. Even months of prayer were of
little effect in causing the pain to subside.
One night in March I lay in bed as usual, I was laying on my left side
facing my east window. This overlooks the back door where there is a
security light that operates with a motion sensor. By this time I was
more than a little ticked because God was not listening to my pleas for
help. I told Him to stop ignoring me and I begged him to send me some
saint to give me some sort of comfort, I even asked to be allowed just
to dream of having healing massage to ease my discomfort even a little.
As I was in a state of half-sleep, the security light came on
iluminating my room. This light caused me to waken fully. At the same
time I felt the mattress move as a weight settled on it directly behind
I turned my head and saw a Buddahist monk approximately 30 to 35 years
of age kneeling there. I noted he was dressed in saffron robes and a
dark red woolen outer wrap. His left arm and shoulder was bare. He had
very closly cropped black hair and even white teeth. His dark, almost
black eyes were briming with feeling, they were the most compasionate
eyes I have ever looked into.
I asked him who he was and what he was doing there. He told me "I am
the Dahali Lama from two times back," and he gave me a Tibetan name I
can't pronounce or spell. He indicated he was a previous incarnation of
the present Dahali lama, two times removed. He said he had come to give
me a healing massage.
That was acceptable to me and I lay my head back down on my pillow and
let him work on me. He knew exactly what part of my spine to work on,
and rubbed, kneaded and massaged my back until I a felt a warm glow
penetrating the whole area. I fell into the most peaceful sleep I had
had in months! In fact, I remained free of pain for well over six
I really wish he would come back as my back is acting up again. Also,
it is really hard to find a healer that makes house calls these days,
and the price (nothing) was so right for an old lady on Social Security!
I did go to the library and looked up references on the Dahali Lamas,
the one I forget the exact number, from two times back died when he was
very young, there was very little information available on him.
There is a Buddahist temple about 2 to 3 miles directly north of my
house, one of about 3 or 4 in the state. Whether this spirit was or is
a guardin of that temple I do not know, I just know he was a wonderful
healer with a gentle touch and he is welcome in my house anytime he
choses to visit!
I have had experiences where something or someone has sat on my bed
before, I was always too afraid to open my eyes and look at them, I
would say a few prayers and they would go away. Next time I will look
to see who or what they are. My guardian angels are there to protect
me, why should I be afraid? --
One of my physical therapist's said: "That proves God is
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I have believed in spirits my whole life and have had many encounters. This is one that I will never forget and pray will never repeat...
I was invited to sleep over my girlfriend Yari's house one night in 12th grade while her parents were away. Her aunt Lisa was watching us and we watched a movie together.
Around 1:30am we all decided to go to bed. Yari was to sleep with her aunt in her parents bedroom and I was going to sleep in Yari's room. She came in, kissed me goodnight, and closed the door. This was around 2:00am. I remember Yari telling me some stories about the hauntings that went on in her room and they distrubed me but I was able to sleep anyway.
I was asleep for about 30 minutes when the door began to open. There in the doorway was a tall figure wearing a white nightgown, like the one Yari was wearing, with long black hair, again same as Yari, but I couldn't see a face because of the moonlight in the room. The figure started to come towards me. I thought it was my girlfriend and I was going to get lucky. The figure reached out its hand to me as I folded my covers over and reached out my hand to pull her, what I thought was my girlfriend, into bed with me.
I went to grab its hand and mine went right through it. The figure was no more then a foot away from me. I looked straight into its face and then it vanished. I screamed, hopped out of bed, and ran into the T.V. room.
Yari and her aunt came running out of her parents room to see what was going on. I told them what happened, naturally her aunt didn't believe me, but Yari with a serious look on her face said "You saw it?!"
They went back to bed after a little while and I stayed up in the T.V. room until 6am and left the house. I never went back into her house again for the remainder of our relationship.
One thing that I constantly think about not noticing earlier was when the figure was walking toward me. The gown never bent where its knees should have bent. I have told this story to countless people and almost all of them said I was crazy, hopefully you won't.
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I have a very true story for you, It happened January of 97. I immigrated
to the states seven years ago. I was born in England and used to attend
The reason for this, my Mother died when I turned thirteen and I did not
get to say goodbye or tell her I loved her. Just before her passing. my
Mother told me to go and find my natural Father. (I forgot to ask his
name). With help from my family, I got his name and some history.
Where I live, there are none of these Churches, some law thing.
After many years of searching I found my Father, I thought.
We got on real well for a while, then his new wife gave him a choice, me or
He needed his wife and I did not need the proplems.
I was going through the Internet and trying to get some free readings, to
help with this new loss of mine.
Anyway, I wrote off to a few people and kept hoping.
A few days later, I got mail from a well known Lady, who had offered to
help me contact my Mother. (at no charge) This Lady is Internationally
known and very good at what she does. Instead of talking to her through the
Internet, she asked me to call her at home. To which I obliged happily.
We talked for a few minutes and at no time did I give her any details about
I was asked to concentrate and focus on one thing in my home and the Lady
would call for my Mother and ask her to come to us.
I was told to call for my Mother, but a little while later, I was still
The Lady said she would do it for me.
After about two minutes, my Mom was with us. I knew this, because I could
sense her being there. I asked her a few questions and they were answered
(not through the Lady, directly to me) The Lady then told me my Mothers
name and what she looked like. I was hysterical by now as you could
imagine, not only could I talk with my Mom, I knew she was by my side, in
the same room as me.
We talked some more and then the Lady told me that Mom wanted to talk to me
on my own, without her on the phone. I said no, in case I lost contact with
Then I heard the Lady ask my Mom why she had never gone home to be with
My Moms reply.. Iam so worried for my daughter, I know what she has been
through and I have never wanted to leave her side. I have always been with
This made me cry even more, I felt sad for my Mom. Twenty years of being on
this plane and not going home to meet God.
The Lady told me that I had to tell my Mom to leave and go home and make
peace with God, to be with Him. How could I, I have now got my Mom back, I
was not about to send her away. I would never get to talk to her again.
There was no way I was going to do this. The Lady said I should, but I
could ask for her to return to me, when she had done being with God and
This seemed pretty fair and I felt that Mom was happy about it too.
I asked Mom not to leave when the Lady did, I wanted to spend a little more
time with her and Mom wanted the same thing. I thanked the Lady whole
heartedly and promised I would do as she asked of me.
Mom and I talked for a while, then I told Mom to go home to God, but to
come back to me when she had seen Him and made peace. This broke my heart,
I felt like I was once again losing my Mom. But I knew it was the right
thing to do for her.
I told her again I loved her and missed her so much, Mom told me the same.
When Mom was about to leave, I shouted for her to stop. It was tearing me
Mom, will you hold me one more time, put your arms around me and just hold
Mom came at me and I felt her arms around me. I felt all the love she has
for me and how happy she was to be able to do this. I was so happy, but
still real sad, because I was wishing she was still here in body.
I guess Mom felt this and she held me even tighter, the warmth from her was
over- whelming. I could now feel her face on mine and it felt like she was
wiping my tears with her face, her skin was so soft. Was this really
happening ? as God is my witness, my Mom was really there with me and
holding me with all her might.
I honestly felt everything. Then as Mom was leaving, I felt her hand slide
down my arm, (my hair stood up as this happened- not because I was scared)
then her fingers was holding mine. Then Mom was gone, I love you Mom, I
love you so much, please come back soon. I love you, Goodbye. I felt her
smile and happiness. I love you too baby girl. (what mom called me in her
Then there was nothing. I walked around with my arms around my body, but it
did not feel the same as when Mom was holding me. The tears falling so
freely and fast.
I hope she does come back, soon. I got to tell her I loved her and I said
I was now happy. Thank you Lady on the Internet, you made my dream come
You are a very special person and I will be eternaly grateful to you. Thank
you for My Angel, My Mom........
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My maternal grandmother was a practical, down-to-earth woman, having
been in a subsistence farming family throughout her life. If you didn't
grow it, you didn't eat it. If you couldn't trade for it, you didn't
have it. They grew their own food, butchered hogs and chickens, wore
clothing made of blue homespun and later from feedsacks, made soap from
ashes and rendered lard, made medicines from the plants that grew wild.
There was never time in her life for fantasy or wishful thinking. And
she was religious, having attended the Ozarkian community "meetin'
house" church all her life; she would never 'tell a story'---lying was
seriously evil in her eyes, no matter how small the 'story'. Neverthe-
less, she experienced paranormal phenomena all her life. She took it
in her stride, figuring God was in his heaven, and knew what he was
doing, so it was all right by her. In fact, she considered one parti-
cular experience to be a sort of gift from God...
I tell you all of this to explain why I am so sure her experience was
not a fantasy, or an story made up to make herself feel better. I am
sure that she experienced just what she said she did. She was probably
the most pragmatic and trustworthy person I have ever known.
I heard her tell this story to my mother, her daughter. She didn't hide
it, nor did she broadcast it. I made sure to be unobtrusive, because
as a youngster(about 12 or 13 at the time), you never knew at what
interesting point in a conversation they might notice you listening,
consider the subject to be unsuitable, and ask you to leave.
Grandma and Grandpa had been married since they were very young--they
had been together all their lives. They were in their 70's,I believe,
when grandpa died.
They had eaten breakfast, then grandpa headed to the front porch like
he always did. Grandma would clean up in the kitchen, make a fresh
pot of coffee, and join him on the front porch to talk and pass the
As he left the table, grandma asked grandpa if there was anything else
he wanted. "Just a cup of coffee," was his reply, and he headed through
the small house to the porch. Before he got there, he fell to the floor,
dead. The doctor told grandma there was nothing she could have done: he
was dead before he fell. But grandma still worried.
Of course it was hard for her---she missed him terribly, and felt
bad that she never even got to say a final 'goodbye' or 'I love you'.
But that is not what bothered her the most. She was worried and upset;
for some perverse reason, she couldn't forgive herself for not
fulfilling his final wish--for a cup of coffee. Somehow, to her, that
was a promise to a dying person, and she felt very guilty over not be-
ing able to carry it out. She was a reasonable person, but this nagged
at her night and day. She couldn't shake the feeling that she had done
something unloving and irresponsible.
One night, several months after grandpa's death, she was laying in bed,
going over it all again, wishing she could have somehow given him that
last cup of coffee he wanted, when in he walked. Grandma said she
wasn't frightened at all, but a little startled. She said her first
thought was a sinking feeling that maybe he didn't make it to heaven
all right; he seemed to be able to know what she was thinking, and
assured her all was well, but that he was worried about how she was
worried over the cup of coffee. She said she got out of bed, made a
pot of coffee and took it out to the front porch, where they sat
and talked things out.
She said it seemed they talked for hours and hours, but
eventually, he told her it was time for him to go. Before she even
asked the question, he said, no, he wouldn't be able (or wouldn't be
allowed, I'm not exactly sure which) to come back and visit any more,
but that he would be waiting for her.
She woke the next morning, thinking what a strange, realistic dream she
had had---until she went out to the porch and saw two chairs pulled up
and TWO COFFEE CUPS.
She never worried about that final cup of coffee again.
I believe it happened. I just can't see the woman I described to
you as unstable enough to sit on the porch talking to herself
all night and drinking a pot of coffee out of two cups, can you?
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First of all my parents house was finished the same month I was born, so basically it is a fairly new home. It all started when i was about 14 (I am now 21). I slept like the dead back then, and nothing could wake me, not even my sisters shaking me.
Well for some reason one summer I decided to sleep in the basement, (which is where I usually spent most of my summer days, because it was cooler). Mind you, I was never afraid of the basement, that is untill that summer. I would sleep on the pull-out couch bed, and I usually slept on my right side, so the wet-bar would be located directly behind me. Well, thie first night i slept down there I awoke suddenly, at about 2:00 a.m. and I had this intense feeling of being watched. I could tell, for some unknown reason that this was a male watching me. And "he" had this terrible hatred towards me, at first I couldn't move, most likely parylized by fear. But I could never get up the courage to look behind me, because "he" was just dareing me to turn around, but I knew as soon as I did he would do harm to me.
I don't know why but for the rest of that summer I still slept in the basement, and "he" always showed up at the same time. To this day I refuse to go into the basement alone, and I am the only one that this particular Ghost has bothered. The reason I say that is because my little brother who is 13, has had his own experience in the basement. There is now a pool table on the west side and the couches on the east side of the basement. There is a T.V. that sits directly in the center of the pool table and the couches, and the back of the T.V. faces north. Well, my brother and a few of his friends were playing pool, when they were finished they put the remainder of the balls into the pockets, and sat down to watch T.V. Mind you the pool table is no more than a foot away. When they were done watching T.V. they all got up and proceeded to run upstairs, but my brother noticed something different, all the balls were on the table. None of his friends heard anything, that scared them to death and they all ran outside terrified. But I think this ghost is a friendly one, and was just playing a trick on the boys. There are several other experiences that have gone on in the circle that my parents live in, and all of them in the thier basements, the only solution i can come up with is that the site in which the circle is located used to be a graveyard, that has long since been forgotten. But I still am very sensitive to the paranormal, everywhere I go there are ghosts, whether it by work or home.
Thank you for taking the time to read this. These are both true stories. And I invite any comments.....
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This isn't a Ghost story, but it is one of some very unusual phenomena,
witnessed by more than just myself and it is all true.
It was Christmas day and we were making the rounds, visiting family
members and exchanging gifts. The last stop was my Grandfather's house.
As my parents played cards with my Grandfather and his second wife, my
brother and I were watching the Television. The news had come on, the
lead story was of a small local store that had burnt down as well as the
home attached. All family members were assumed dead. It wasn't until I
recognized the new telephone booth that I realized that it was our home,
our store that had burnt to the ground.
This was devastating to my family, as we not only lost our home, but the
only source of income as well. I was especially hurt and angry. I took
it personal. The home burning on a holiday, at that time, an insult.
One night, weeks later, as I lay trying to sleep, crying over the death
of our dog, whom we'd had for 9 years, I begged God to allow me to go
back and say goodbye to the home and dog I so dearly loved. I also
insisted that if there were a God, surely He couldn't be that all good
and loving if he took my home on Christmas, I demanded proof of His
existance. Like I said, fifteen years old and really angry.
That night I dreamt that I returned to the store, the door was black and
burnt. As I pushed the door open, it slowly returned to it's pre-fire
appearance. Shiny and new. I made my goodbyes, lingered over family
heirlooms that I sorely missed, held my dog and let her know I loved
her. I left the way I came, pushing the shiny door open and watching it
return to the blackened husk it was when I first approached. (mind you,
in reality there was no door left standing) I felt at peace when I woke
up, feeling as if my wish had been granted. I heard my father yelling
that he smelled smoke and rushing around the apartment trying to find
the source. I assured him that my room was fine and went to the
bathroom. Rubbing my eyes to get the sleep out and trying to retain that
wonderful feeling from the dream, I went and looked in the mirror..where
I had touched my face was covered in soot. I smelled like smoke. My
hands looked as if I had pressed them flat against black ashes. I was in
shock, I walked out of the bathroom and stood in front of my father, who
was now accusing me of causing the smoke smell, just freaked out of my
mind. There was no physical way for me to get to the site of the store
that had burnt, no fires or ashes or anything that had been burnt in the
apartment. My mother came out and saw the soot and black ashes on my
face and hands, so I was not the only person to witness this phenomena.
I explained to her my dream and continued to return to the mirror to see
if this was real. I ended up washing it off, so it was not an
"apparition" or psychosomatic, it was black soot.
For days afterward, everywhere I went, every single person that came
near me complained of the smell of smoke. I couldn't shake it.
Some time after that, when we were digging thru the remains of the home
trying to find something, anything that had survived we found only this;
a bible and the cover to my album, "Jesus Christ Superstar".
I know this isn't a "ghost" story, and it has some pretty serious
religious overtones. Allow me to state that my family has never attended
church and to this day none of us are connected to any organized
religion. But, I do have my answer, my proof and I did get my wish. I
got to say goodbye.
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My story is simple but needs a lot of introduction so please
bare with me. It happened in Williamsburg, Virginia on April 9, 1995 at
a place called Magazine. Part of the reason why I am writing this is to
find someone else who has had experiences at the Magazine. The
building was built in 1715. One of only a hand fool of original
Colonial buildings it is in the heart of Colonial Williamsburg. I lies
directly across the Governors mansion on Main Street. My High School
Choir was visiting the town for the day and being a history buff I had
to see it. I had two friends with me, Joe and Michelle. The buillding
was simple. Three stories with the top story closed off. Each story
only a single room with a spiral staircase connecting them. Out side
the building was a simple wall with a small post for a guard.
I wrote our simple experience in a letter to my current
fiance that night when we got back to our Hotel in Washington D.C. This
is the letter as I wrote it that night after I couldn't sleep. The time
was very early on April 10, but I wrote April 9 since it seemed the same
Dear Buggy, April 9, 1995
Today we went to Williamsburg where William and Mary's
College was built in 1693. Joe, Michelle, and I went into a place
called Magazine that was built in 1715. Joe and I where by the stairs
of the second floor and Michelle was looking at something. Joe and I
heard someone quickly walking up the stairs. The next second Michelle
comes over and Joe and I walk down the spiral stairs so we would be out
of the way of the person coming up the stairs but we never saw anyone.
It wasn't until later in a restaurant that I menchioned it to Joe and he
said that he heard it to. We realized then that we never heard the
walking go back down, and when we got to the first floor there was no
one there nore was there anyone outside.
Last night while I was taking a shower and I heard someone
say a few words inside the bathroom while everyone was asleep. When I
got out of the bathroom Joe had been asleep for a while and took up the
whole bed so I grabbed a pillow and went to go to sleep on the floor. I
could see the light from the hall in the crack of the door and it
started to get smaller and smaller till it got to half it's size. Then
I got really scared and dug my head into my pillow. In the morning I
woke up in my had with the pillow which is not where I fell a sleep. We
are in 404. Ryan ------ is in 406. The night before last he fell a
sleep in a choir and woke up on the other side of the room with a pillow
and blanket. In 408 She an ------- feel asleep on his covers and woke
up in under the blankets even though he had all his clothes on and has
never done anything like that before.
Ich liebe dich,
Dale L. Sheldon
That is the letter that I wrote. It is a little sketchy
because it had to be short. It is written on two small post cards.
Although most people said that it was the heater that I heard in the
shower it's hard for me to say that the is true. I sure sounded like
someone talking to me. At the time the hotel was under heavy
renovations and people where saying that it was going bankrupt and may
be torn down in a few months. I don't know if it is still there. I
can't even remember what it was called anymore. The voice in the
bathroom just seemed so real to me. The shower could have muffled the
sound of the heater so that my imagination went away with me. The light
of the hall may be explained simple because I was so tired and my eyes
where playing tricks on me. Although non of the people who woke up in
different places where they went to sleep had never had such a thing
happen to them before, since they were in a new place you never know.
The main thing that I can't explain was the Magazine building. That was
real. There was no one anywhere when we went down the only stairs going
up to the second floor but there had to be. I hadn't been a second
before that we heard the person walk up the stairs.
I would like to add that I have been very good at saying how
things used to be centuries ago. In Annapolis, there is a building that
I assumed was used to make ships. Now the building is an ice rink and
cafe. A friend and I were saying that the entire area had ounce been
covered by water. We asked the tour guide and we were right. We were
right about a lot of other things to that I am not going to go into
detail about. To me the sound at the Magazine building was made by a
young man of about 25 years of ago. he had dark hair and dark eyes. He
had simple cloths on and was tired but in a hurry to get something. I
have a feeling he never got it, he was shot on the stairs. Maybe he was
an English soldier that ordered to destroy the building but I don't
belive that to be true. I think it was something far more subtle that
no one was ever supposed to find out about and that no one did. He
wants people to know. I have not ready any history about the magazine
other than the date when it was built. If anyone has had any similar
experiences or any experiences at all dealing with the magazine building
I would greatly appreciate then help.
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I am a 30 years old technical professional and like many technical
people, I prefer to explain thing logically, but what I am going to tell
you is beyond any logical explanation. These are my family experience,
not mine.These are the real things.
My family, especially on my father side, has been encountering ghostly
experience over the years and I was told these stories that make me
scared but at the same time I would like to be the one who experienced
them. The descriptions are very short because I don't remember the
details, just the jest of the stories.
1 st encounter (according to my memory)
My grandparents used to live in an old building in Hong Kong, it was
built before the second world war. They moved into this unit in this
building a few years after the war ended (after the japanese invasion of
the land). Like many old building built around the war time, it had long
hallway and dark corners. My aunt (my father's younger sister) told me
they always got this old chill in their bathroom which was very small
compared with western standard. They always felt there was a presence
there, and they never spent more than a few minutes there (even for a
Another encounter was thi bright light suddenly appeared in the kitchen,
like an explosion. According to what I was told, the light was seen from
one end of the long hallway and the kitchen is on another hallway. It
lasted a second or so, but it was observable. When my grandparents went
inside the kitchen and checked, there was nothing and nobody. The
location of the kitchen was not at a place where bright sunlight would
shine through. The light was certainly not a reflection and more than a
bright light similar to a nuclear explosion, there was no sound.
But the more scary one would be this crying sound coming out from the
wall at one of the dark corners. At around 12am most nights, the sound
came out from the wall. I forgot whether it was a male or female sound
but it was definitely a human crying sound. My uncle's bed was opposite
to this wall. Surprisingly ,my uncle got angry instead of being scared,
he used to shout at the wall or threw one of his slippers at it, saying
"Shut up" (in Chinese of course), then the sound would stop.
But he got very frustrated doing this almost every night.
Several years after, they moved to another building and again built
around the war time. On one of this Chinese halloween nights, when
families are burning stuff (for-the-dead-money, paper cars and house, it
is a tradition for the deads, hoping the dead ones get them on the other
side) for their love ones on the street, there was one such ceremony
right at the entrance to the building where my grandparents lived.
Around 12am, everyone was retired in their rooms and suddenly, all of
them heard this crying noise of a man running across the long hallway
which ran through the length of the unit , there was windows in the
living room which was one end of the hallway and the other end would be
the balcony. The dog was barking very loudly as this noise was running
from one end to another end. Everyone came out from their rooms which
ran along the length of the hallway.
This happened to my aunt (my father eldest sister). When she was
preparing dinner in the small kitchen, she suddenly felt a cold chill
coming from her back, she turned and then saw this woman watching her,
like many chinese ghosts (my impression with all stories that I heard),
you can see the face, not fog or just shape, chinese ghosts usually have
very well defined shape, almost like a real person. As an experience
person with this sort of thing, my aunt did not care or respond and
pretended she was not there, it was believed that if you communicate
with the ghost, it will grow attach to you and never leave you alone.
But on one occasion, she got very angry as her cabinet in the kitchen
were opening and closing like crazy, she slammed on the kitchen bench in
frustration and said that she had had enough, the whole thing stopped
I guess my family had a way with ghosts.
In the same place as in encounter four above. While watching TV behind
which was the balcony and where my aunt's dog was, my cousin suddenly
jumped and asked my aunt who the person head was, flying around near the
balcony, the dog was barking at the same time. My cousin was very scared
as he could clearly see the blood was dripping from the neck. The head
was floating around. My aunt did not see it this time but believe my
cousin right away as her family had been encountering ghostly experience
for years. She tried to calm my cousin, but it was a very scary
experience for him.
(Same place as above)
My eldest cousin was sick (he was just a kid at the time)and had been
sleeping in the bed. One day (during the day)when my aunt brought in
some lunch for him, he asked who this boy was and said he was drowning,
he could see this image near the ceiling. The boy was drowning in water
and seemed to be screaming. Without any disbelieving, my aunt asked her
neighbour who was in the apartment building for a long time, about any
prior incident in the neighbourhood. The building was at a very
residential area, not downtown apartment building.
The answer she got was , there was a boy drowned a few year back in the
buiding swimming pool. Well, what else....
I was a kid at this time and spent time in their apartment a lot, but
never once I saw anything, I would say now it is a disappointment for
My aunt (as above) moved to another buiding with larger living area. I
had been there many times and I did not like it as it was dark even with
a lot of sunlight outside.
One day, as she was doing some dusting around the apartment and was in
her bedroom, she suddenly saw all this fog around the whole apartment, I
would say it was like the Victorian London type of foggy. She smelt this
rodden meat smell,(this was new to her), as she turned back, she saw
this giant pair of hairy feet(just the feet, no upper body or head or
anything), walking across the fog which was very close to the floor.
then suddenly the feet disappeared.
As the smell thing was new to her, she asked my granddad what would that
be as my granddad was the most experienced with this type of thing. His
reply was "Oh, it was just dead people smell", meaning her apartment was
Once again, with all the time I spent there, I saw nothing.
My mum was visiting Taiwan. She was sleeping soundly in her bedroom in a
hotel, until she was awaken suddenly. She then saw this figure in the
dark with a giant pair of eyes approaching her, she could not identify
whether it was a man or a woman, as she screamed, my dad got up and
turned on the light, nothing there in the room.
At the same place as above. Around 1am, my mum was still up but my dad
was asleep. My mum heard this noise coming from outside the hotel
building, she looked out down from her window, she saw a group of people
outside seemed to be having a party, the noise was so loud, it could
easily be heard even inside the hotel room. My mum, however, could not
figure out whether it was a group of men or women or both, the image was
so VAGUED,even at this short distance.She did not take any notice and
went to bed.
The next morning , she asked the management whether there was a party
outside last night. The management replied there was no party and
certainly not at 1am at night. But the noise was also heard by several
people in the group. Ghosts ?????
I was visting England with my brother and was staying in one of my
families house, it was a modern house. One night, when I was out and my
brother was alone in the house and was sleeping in his room with the
door completely closed. He suddenly heard footsteps on the stairs. They
were spiral-shaped stairs running all three floors. The footsteps were
clearly heard and were coming from bottom to top floor and was
approching his room on the third floor. My brother thought it was me
(the owner was gone for a trip), so he did not care, suddenly he heard
someone was talking outside his room (the foot steps stopped at the same
time, what he heard was someone speaking in Victorian English, it was
certainly not modern English. my brother recognised that it was not my
voice, he got a little bit scared. He did not open the door to find out.
By the time I came back, I asked him what was wrong as his face was
Once again, I was there for a year on my own, I never heard or
Finally, Eleven encounter
My brother used to study in a boarding school in the UK. One night, he
was the only one in his domitory (room), suddenly he heard this female
crying noise, it was like she was in pain, a very ugly sound. It sounded
very distance at the beginning but eventually it sounded from somewhere
next to him,like someone whispering at your ear, he got very frightened
Thank you for reading this long description of my family encounters.
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Hi ,my name is Sharmila, I come from India, a country which is known for
its mystic past. That it one of the reasons I decided to send this story
It was one of my maternal grandfather's hobbies to scare his grandchildren
with TRUE ghost stories. When I was young I listened to them with wide-eyed
respect, but it is just recently that I have stopped believing in them. The
latest story which he told me was so weird, that even U would fall off your
seats laughing.(That was the same thing which I did.)
Grandpa said that when HE was young, he used to live in a village. Once, he
was walking with his friends on a full-moon night, at about (gulp!) 12.00
am when he heard the grunt of a pig.Now, pigs were quite familiar in his
village, so he did not pay much attention. The noises seemed to come from
behind him. But when the noises got a little closer AND louder, he simply
had to turn back.And ooh!!! What a "tooweet" sight! He saw a Mother pig
walking with her piglings behind her.
Now I know U are laughing! Its funny alright, but not the next part.
We all know that a pig may have a majority of about at least 5-8 piglings
no? But this one had Hundreds!! The line of piglings following the mother
did not end! One could go mad counting them.
"Ha ha ha ha.Man its real scary.I don't know if I'll be able to sleep
tonight", saying this I got up to go home, leaving Grandpa in a dejected
I live in Bombay, mind You, not in a village.I was walking home at about
8.00 pm and I decided to take a shortcut through a large, open, deserted
playground.I walked ,and walked and I heard the grunt of pigs.(Oh no!) I
turned my head back to see the same thing my Grandad hed seen about 40
Please sympathise with me.I'm not joking, I swear. Do U believe me?I'm
always ready for your views on this topic.My address is
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